"A-are you sure?" Minamoto Tamako's voice quivered.
"Sure, absolutely, and definitely!" Fushimi Roku replied firmly.
"You're not lying?" Minamoto Tamako put down the trash can and wiped her mouth.
For her own reputation and pride, she had to make sure there wasn't a single ounce of fabrication in this!
"Of course not." Fushimi Roku made a knowing gesture, "No one knows better than I do what happened last night."
"But you need to narrate it backwards." Minamoto Tamako squinted her eyes.
"What?" Fushimi Roku was taken aback.
"Narrate what happened last night in reverse," Minamoto Tamako said word by word, "especially the conversation part, recount it backwards."
An ordinary person would immediately be exposed, but Fushimi Roku, with his S-Class intelligence—he never used his S-Class intelligence for serious matters, but now he brought it out for a significant use, and immediately faced Minamoto Tamako, reciting fluently and repeating everything he had just said backwards.
